Cifra Club

Cross That Line

Rick Ross

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)
Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.
tom: Bm
        Bm
Konvikt Muzik
G      A
(Ross}   Ohhh
F#
(Triple C's)

[Hook}
                       Bm
If you ever cross that line
                                      G
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
                       A
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
                    F#
And we all for that paper
                      Bm
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
                          G
Tryna be on my best behavior
                         A
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
                                                F#
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
                           Bm
But only if you cross that line


[Verse 1]

                              G
I was birthed in the crackhouse
                                                    A
But what made it worse every first is a packed house
                                    F#
Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys just playin' with pipes and needles
Bm
I'm gon' find knights and regals
G                                          A
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya, Green cards for the free lunch
F#                                                Bm
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush, Big guns for the other side
G                                           A
Killa try me I'mma teach his momma homicide, I wanna see his momma eyes (momma eyes)
F#
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry


[Hook}
                       Bm
If you ever cross that line
                                      G
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
                       A
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
                    F#
And we all for that paper
                      Bm
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
                          G
Tryna be on my best behavior
                         A
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
                                                F#
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
                           Bm
But only if you cross that line


[Verse 2]
Bm
When I'm low on funds, I'mma load up guns
G
Slap ya in the head I'mma open one
A
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
F#
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
Bm
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
G
Got poor credit, got whore debit
A
Walk in the 40-40 I'mma score, bet it
F#
Four tennis chains ho, I'm progetic
Bm
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
G
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A
A life sentence is a life sentence
F#
All my homies got 'em, they just like Benzes


[Hook}
                       Bm
If you ever cross that line
                                      G
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
                       A
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
                    F#
And we all for that paper
                      Bm
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
                          G
Tryna be on my best behavior
                         A
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
                                                F#
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
                           Bm
But only if you cross that line


[Verse 3]

Bm
Don't push me killa, I ain't pussy killa
G
You "would be" killas, that is "could be" killa
A
The last minute of your last breath
F#
I'm the last entrance right before your last step
Bm
Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
G
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollars
A
The motto - you're age, creed, or color killa
F#
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter killa
Bm
Critics wonder will I last long
G
Even though I showed my ass on my last song (Ross)
A
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross)
F#
Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song


[Hook}
                       Bm
If you ever cross that line
                                      G
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
                       A
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
                    F#
And we all for that paper
                      Bm
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
                          G
Tryna be on my best behavior
                         A
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
                                                F#
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
                           Bm
But only if you cross that line
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      • Gm
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